Ok.. here comes another serious chp. A new character is introduced who will play a mojor role in the drama that has become wedding ring. Write me and tell me what you think. Enjoy!
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Half the house had already been finished with the rooms for Darren, Philip and Kyle completed. They did not think it was wise to have Kyle join them at the old house just to move a few weeks later, so Darren and Philip decided to move in early. As a result, it was Jacob who picked up the mail containing Will's letter. Will's name was clearly written on the envelope. Jacob had been told about Will's hotel in the Caribbean by Chris, so he wondered why in the world was Will coming out of the hole he had dug for himself just as Darren was finally making a new life for himself. Not knowing if he should give the letter to Darren or not, Jacob waited for Chris to come back home.
"Hey hon," Chris said when he finally came back home.
"Hey love..." Jacob's voice trailed off. As he continued to crush the envelope in his hand.
"What's wrong?"
"This." Jacob replied as he handed Chris the envelope. "Don't open it... just read who it's from."
After a moment of silence Chris sighed, "Will..."
"Yes."
"Why did he pick this moment to reveal himself... just as Darren was getting back to normal?
"I don't know but I'm sure it will mess him up."
"Yes... with the adoption happening next week the last thing Darren needs is to learn that Will is still alive. I should have told him when I first found out. It would have been easier for everyone if the thing between him and Will was decided one way or another."
"Well, now it's too late. Philip is about to become a dad and Darren is leaving his job at the lab to raise the two kids. Do you think the letter explains things?"
"I don't know and I don't care," Chris said a little miffed.
"Why?"
"Because Will is a bastard... not for running away, but for making Darren think he was dead."
"So we should not give Darren the letter?"
"No... I plan to give it back to Will unopened and tell him to butt out of our lives."
"But what if Will doesn't. What if he comes back and tries to get Darren back."
"Well, if he does that then I will have him arrested for fraud. He has his island kingdom. He doesn't need Darren anymore. He made his choice and now he has to live with it." Chris said with finality.
Will woke Lane up early in the morning to take him to the spa when no one else would be around. Dreary-eyed Lane put on his bathrobe and made his way from his solitude on the hill. When they arrived the nurse Will had found was waiting for him with towels in his hands.
"Good morning Mr. Goodson. Glad to finally meet you."
"Hello... so you are the nurse Will has found for me. Well, let's get one thing straight you're here just to make me comfortable... not save my life. If I find you trying to give me chemotherapy I will... Will I was going to say punch you out but it looks like I would not even be able to annoy you," he told the bull of a man.
"Well, good, I was going to tell you, you can punch and kick as much as you want... not going to hurt me any." The 6'4" 220-pound man grinned. "Now lets get you to the showers and clean you up... then I will give you a back massage before we fly back to Miami for a physical."
"Back massage?" Lane replied nervously.
"Yes."
"But..." Lane stammered.
"I see... you're afraid you will get a woody."
"No... that's not it," Lane tried to explain.
"If it helps I will also strip."
"No!" Lane insisted.
"Now I will give you a choice... one of the few I'm going to give you. You can go into the backroom and strip or I will do it for you. But I have to warn you if I have to do that some of your clothes will end up with rips," The nurse said as he flexed his biceps.
"Ok... But if you are going to order me around... can I at least have your name?"
"Jason... Jason Brewster. Now go in there and change Mr. Goodson."
After Lane had walked off with the towel Jason had given him. Will burst into laughter. "I was sure he would put up more of a fight."
"Not with what you told me... he's the type who would never volunteer for physical intimacy but if you don't give them a choice. they don't really fight against it."
"I guess... but it also helps that you weigh nearly twice as much as him and a good half foot taller."
"Yeah... they grow us big on the farm. I know I'm a bit intimidating but not as bad as my older brother."
"So how did you get into being a nurse?"
"I fell into it. I was an army nurse... which surprised most people, as they were afraid a dumb lug like me would hurt them more then help. But I like taking care of people and in time they knew I would not break them."
"So why hospice after your time in the service?"
"Well...I guess because I'm addicted to it. Call me a leech. but I get off taking care of patients who will die and their families. I struggle feeling guilty about it but the few moments of happiness I can give those I take care of lifts my spirit."
"But what about when they die?"
"It is hard when they die. but as is the goal in hospice, I make their last moments as painless as possible. There is not the drama of an emergency resuscitation. Many die in their sleep peacefully. Its only when family members try to interfere in the patient's wishes that things get intense."
"I bet."
"Yeah... I usually let the doctors deal with them. but sometimes I'm with the patient when the family comes by. Have to use these muscles then." Jason grinned as he flexed his arms again.
"So... do you have a girlfriend?"
"Nope... don't do women... takes too much effort. It's much simpler with men."
"How so?"
"Well let me ask you... how long have you gone without sex."
"Two years nine months and a dozen days." Will blushed half embarrassed.
"Well from my view one day is too long...so do you want to fuck?" Jason asked as he took Will's tie and reeled him in closer.
"Oh gosh, yes..."
"See how easy that is... no dating... no commitment... and only one emotion...lust," Jason listed as if it were a grocery list before he planted his lips on Will's.
For the first time in over two years the idea of sex did not bring up memories of Darren for Will. He let Jason rip the cloths off him, bend him over and fuck him. There was no love in the act, only sexual hunger and release... and it felt so good.
Lane did not know if he should be laughing or mad at the sounds coming from the other side of the door. He was happy that Will was finally getting his wad off. he just felt a little miffed that he was being made to wait... his naked skinny ass on the massage table. He was about to get up and get dressed when the door finally opened.
"Good. your still here," Jason said with a self-satisfied grin.
"Have fun?"
"Yes... nothing like breaking in a sexually starved man. Now it's your turn. So tell me when was the last time you had sex?" Jason asked as he poured some massage oil onto his hands.
"Me... well I ...well I never," Lane said embarrassed.
"Oh this must be my lucky day...a near virgin and the real thing all in one day," Jason chuckled as he slapped Lane's ass.
"Ouch!" Lane shouted almost jumping from the table.
"Good... there is still some life in ya," Jason remarked as he worked Lane's muscles.
"So when is it going to stop hurting?" Lane groaned.
"Well I'm going to have to fatten you up. Going to put you on a high calorie, high protein diet. Once I get you fat... I'm going to build you up some muscles and then we will talk about your treatment."
"My treatment? I thought you were a hospice nurse? All I want to do is die. If I could I would die tomorrow."
"That does not mean your treatment ends. There is still pain management and I also want you to be sure that this is really what you want."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, there are still a few treatments you can try."
"No."
"You feel that way right now, but when I get you a little more healthy you might want to change your mind. That and there is nothing like a good fuck and a future of more fucks to get a man to want to live," Jason concluded as he finished with Lane's back. `Time to flip you over."
Lane rolled onto his back but instead of going for another part of his body, Jason climbed up on the table and took his dick into his mouth."
"Oh man..." Lane groaned as his dick hardened to fill Jason's mouth.
"Still want to die tomorrow?" Jason asked, but received no reply. Lane was lost in the moment.
When Will heard the name of the person wanting to see him his heart nearly stopped. It was not some much of a surprise... he had sent the letter. He just had not expected it would be Chris who responded to it.
Not wanting the rest of the hotel staff to hear the argument Will was sure to erupt, he had Chris sent to his private quarters that he finally had gotten back.
"Good to see you," Will said in a tone that meant anything else.
"Glad to see the dead have arisen. Must be the end of the world," Chris returned venomously.
"Can I offer you a drink?"
"No."
"Well I think I need one," Will said as he prepared himself a scotch. "So I guess this will not be a social call."
"No... this is strictly business or rather that we want you to stay out of ours."
"Is that just your opinion or is it also Darren's as well?"
"Darren knows nothing about this meeting. He still thinks you're dead and we plan to keep it that way."
"Ok and who is we?"
"Jacob and I. It was Jacob who picked up your letter and showed it to me. You can have it back now," Chris said as he handed it over to Will.
"It's not even open."
"You have nothing you can say that can make up for the stunts you pulled. For over two years, Darren waited for you like some widow hoping her husband would come home from the war. Now that he and Philip are making a life for each other, we don't need you confusing him. Let him be happy Will. Stay dead."
"That is not your choice. Yes, I made a mistake, but that does into mean I need to continue making mistakes or let Darren make one."
"And what mistake would that be?"
"Philip!"
"Oh give me a break... you leave Darren, but you get jealous that another man wants to be with him. Well, let me tell you, he and Darren are good for each other. They have even adopted a kid together. I have never seen Darren so happy...even when you were around, so don't tell me that Philip is any more of a mistake then you."
"..." Will remained silent. It hurt that Jacob also thought it would be better for him to "stay dead" and regardless of his bad feelings for Philip, he knew that he loved Darren...was willing to kill for him even.
In order to avoid any embarrassments, Darren and Philip had added a lock to their bedroom door but just like clockwork their "two" kids would come knocking around six in the morning wanting to come in. In a silent arrangement Kyle and John divided their parents up, John going to his father while Kyle would attach himself to Philip.
It was during this usual morning ritual that Darren had left to go to the shower leaving Philip with the two munchkins. Philip had just finished the night shift and dozily watching the kids when he must of closed his eyes. When he opened them again it was to the loud sound of John shouting; "Bang Bang!"
Philip's eyes opened wide to the sight of John holding his gun. He usually kept it on the high shelf in the closet but as he had been so sleepy when he came home he had left with his pants on the floor."
"John... give me the gun," Philip said in a tense whisper as he slowly got out from under the sheets his heat beating like a horse.
"No... I'm the bank robber. I'm going to shoot you."
"No... bank robbers don't shoot police men."
"They do on TV."
"Yeah but those are the bad ones. You're a good bank robber aren't ya?"
"Yes..." John replied uncertain. "Can I shoot dad then?"
"No!" Philip shouted as John made his way to the bathroom but just as the bathroom door began to open Kyle made a move to tackle John.
"I caught the bank robber!" Kyle shouted from atop a crying John.
"What's going on?" Darren asked concerned as he lifted Kyle off John. That was when he saw the gun on the floor.
If he thought it would do any good, Philip would of run out of the house as fast as his feet would let him. The look Darren gave him would break granite. "I didn't give it to him..." Philip stuttered.
"Kids, go down stairs to the kitchen. I'll make ya'll pancakes in a few," Darren told them. Kyle went off on his merry way but John... still crying clung to his father.
"You ok?"
"My leg hurts," John cried.
Darren looked at the carpet burn on his son's knee. He then kissed it. "There, all better. Now go downstairs."
"Ok," John said as he walked away still teary eyed.
Darren then closed the door and took a deep breath. The room remained silent except for the sound of the TV downstairs and a thudding sound as John slid his way down the stairs.
"I should have put the gun away," Philip spoke first.
"Yes, you should have."
"It won't happen again."
"Don't say that. You can't promise that you won't come home tired and forget again. We need to do something else."
"Ok... what."
"I don't know... there is no fool proof method. We can say that we could check for the gun before unlocking the door but we might forget."
"We can put up a sign on the door."
"That could help," Darren said supportively not wanting to be too hard on Philip.
"I'm sorry Darren," Philip began to cry.
Darren went over and wrapped an arm around Philip. "We were lucky...yes, but now we know and can take steps to prevent it from happening again."
"I'm sorry," Philip continued to cry as he left the room.
Tara had hoped having a child between then would of made the difference, but it did not. Some people are natural lovers, others natural partners or fathers. Thomas was an excellent lover, but as a partner and especially father he was not.
It might have been because Thomas was so passionate in both the law and bed that he just did not have the patience to be a father. The smell of dirty diapers did not match the high ideals Thomas strived for. Taking care of kids... washing dishes... or sitting quietly at home seemed a waste of time for a man working hard to save the poor and downtrodden. Now that Tara's family was no longer a client... his interests had faded until only sex remained.
Instead of being mad at Thomas, Tara turned her anger on Darren... the man she had hoped to marry. If Darren had only married her then all of her problems would have been fixed. She would have had the perfect husband... perfect lover... and perfect father. Regret was the fuel that fed her anger.
She knew how to strike at Darren... through John... but she just did not have the heart to do it. It was also not like Thomas was open to taking John back. Things at home had improved between her and Thomas when John had left. It was like the old days when they first met. Now that their daughter Amber had been born, Thomas was once again in a foul mood except in bed.
It had been Tara's wish to have lots of children, but now Thomas wanted her to go on the pill or even get her tubes tied. She wanted another child but did not want to leave Thomas. It was times like this that she would finger the silver ring on her right hand.
Dr. Chance... the most up tight... neurotic... cute ass man Jacob knew. For a guy standing 6'3", 180 pounds of muscle, brown hair, and the cutest dimpled smile, Jacob was surprised he was not married or at least not fucking around, but from what he heard from the nurses' gossip Dr.Chance Katt was as cold as ice... rarely ever expressing anything... especially emotions. In fact Jacob noticed that out of all the doctors at the clinic he worked at, he was the only one to get a response out of him. The problem was that it was usually anger.
"Dr. Hiller," Dr. Katt called to Jacob in a stoic voice.
"Yes..." Jacob sighed. He had given up trying to get Chance on a first name bases.
"I... I need you to cover for me," Chance said as if he were asking Jacob to amputate his leg.
"Ok... sure," Jacob said surprised. This was the first time Chance had ever asked him a favor. Jacob almost enjoyed how much it seemed to rankle him.
"I would not have asked you but Greg is sick, Neil had an emergency call, and Heather... well Heather said no."
Jacob had to control his anger on hearing this. Chance had called everyone by their first name but him. "No problem," Jacob grunted, just wanting to get the conversation over with.
With Jacob's response Chance left without another word.
"Thank you?" Jacob called after him.
Chance had to leave as his group leader had called him in. He went over to his house where he was waiting for him.
"Chance good to see you," Saul greeted him.
"Yes... I was surprised when you called the hospital.
"Just keeping an eye on you. As you know part of the program involves surprise checks. This is your first one. Have a seat and we will go over the questions."
"Alright," Chance replied nervously.
"Now... have you engaged in sex with a man?"
"No."
"Have you looked at porn?"
"No."
"Have you let yourself feel attracted to men?"
"...Yes." Chance said in disgrace.
"Now Chance... we all know this will be the hardest thing you will ever have to struggle with. It even took me several years to place those feelings were they belong... in the gutter. Have you been working on your visualizations?"
"Yes... whenever I feel attracted to someone I try to picture their bodies opened in surgery."
"Well you don't have to pick such a gruesome image but if it works for you...do it," Saul cringed.
"Ok..."
"Now about your time in the gym..."
Chance responded by hanging his head in shame.
"Its good that you take care of your body. Respect for your body is respect for God's creation but you must be careful not to make it into idolatry. Also with all those other men working out you are placing yourself into temptation. Out of sight is out of mind."
"Yes I will remember that."
"So can you move your workouts to your apartment."
"I can." Chance sighed.
"Good. We will be making an inspection of your place next week to see how it is going. Now here is a bible verse I want you to think about." Saul said as he handed him a card.
While he waited in his car Chance read the card. It was from Genesis. Noah and his family had just come off the ark and Noah, in his weariness lay down to sleep naked. All of Noah son's except one averted his eyes. That son looked upon his father's nakedness and for it he and his descendents were cursed. Chance prayed on this "lesson" hoping he too was not cursed.
One month later:
"Ok... I'm going to add another ten pounds," Jason grinned as Lane sweated on the bench.
"What? But I can barely do the reps you set," Lane moaned.
"Yes... but if you remember it was not too long ago that you could not even finish them. Its time to move you up."
"Ok but if it kills me it will be your fault!"
"That's the spirit. Not a few weeks ago you wanted to die."
"Yeah... I could always change my mind."
"Not with me fucking your ass each night. Finish the reps and we can quit early. Then I can give you a back massage and talk about your future."
"Ok..." Lane replied dreamily.
While Jason worked on his back he talked about Lane's future. He was at a crossroad. He could continue as things were until the cancer came back and killed him or he could give it one more try and fight it.
"I have looked over your medical files and I noticed that your doctors were not as aggressive as they could have been."
"They were aggressive enough for me."
"Yes but there was one more step they could have taken... strong chemo and radiation therapy...strong enough to kill the cancer out of your system. It will also kill off your bone marrow."
"Yes I remember my doctors talking about it, but the cancer was so advanced and there was not a donor."
"You do have a sister... don't you."
`"Yes... but we are not on talking terms right now."
"That is why we are bring her here."
"What!"
"We have arranged for her to "win" a trip to a luxury hotel in the Caribbean. It is just your luck that it will be here."
"Yeah right... my sister will be so pissed in finding herself at a gay resort."
"So much so that she will do anything to leave?" Jason said with arched eyebrows.
Chance had hoped that he would of passed inspection but when Saul came by with a trash bag... he knew this was not going to be a social visit. Besides bagging his copies of "Men's Health" with their muscle bound cover as well as his DVD copies of "Six Feet Under", his group leader took away his Hawaiian shirts saying that to be straight one needed to dress straight.
"Have you thought about bringing Dr. Hiller into our group?" Saul asked.
"Dr. Hiller... you have to be joking me."
"Well unless he is part of the ex-gay movement I do not want you to associate yourself with him."
"Trust me, I don't."
"Good... but I think you need to become more friendly with him. Try to get him to see things our way. Just think of it as part of your progress. As you become closer to God, you have a duty to bring other in also. You can also not hide your sin from others as you clearly are not free from it," Saul said as he shook the bag.
"Alright," Chance said sadly.